Things are
simple
Now--
Where I lay my keys
Is where my keys will be.
simple
See?
And yet,
I can't hold a hand that isn't there--
No one says,
I love you, sweetheart
And if I'm happy
Or
Not happy,
Well...
Who would care?
No matter--
What is, is
And what's done is done.
simple
In a world where everything comes
In increments
Of one.
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hauntingly simple... with your trademark shay style stamped all over this poem... it lingers in my mind...
ReplyDeleteThanks, Kelly. YTP says "you rock!"
ReplyDeleteNo matter what choices we make, there are positives and negatives. You heal one problem, you create another. The terror of deciding.
ReplyDeleteLove this (as long as it works for all other objects as well):
"Where I lay my keys
Is where my keys will be."
Great ending:
"In a world where everything comes
In increments
Of one"